You remember how I talked about last weekend being so cold and three quarters of my family camping outside anyway? Me neither. Because today, right now, it is 90 whole degrees out there. Chris suggested we go swimming. Sammy went out riding his bike and came back drenched in sweat. Sabrina did this:
I'm sure by Wednesday, we'll have a tidal wave or blizzard or swarm of locusts, but I'm not complaining. I'll take the warm weather. I thought I was ready for fall or whatever coolishness constitutes winter around here, but after last weekend turning my insides into Slurpee, I'm good with warm. Hot, even. Yes, I am a cold weather wussy. Give me my t-shirt.